Robert Hayden Pursell at www.poetrypoem.com/rhp

Late with only the sound of the wind whirling around I wait
I listen
I hate
I wait
With only the sound of the wind whirling around I wait

Morning will come - won't it come - tell me quick - tell me now that morning will come as always - tell me now
I listen
I hate
I wait
With only the wind blowing so hard so fast so loud

Tell me it will come...


Robert Hayden Pursell

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